The sky above Tokyo was bathed in flaming purple as ancient magic stirred. No one felt it but him. Satoru Gojo stood on the roof of the Jujutsu headquarters, gazing west. The wind carried a strange warmth, spicy like charred wood, sweet as dragon breath. He smiled almost imperceptibly.

"She's back."

You had hidden yourself for centuries, a dragon deity whose true form frightened even the heavens. Your body was made of black scales with a violet shimmer, massive, ancient, beautiful. But in your human form, you were little more than a mysterious shadow with golden eyes that had seen too much. Centuries ago, humanity had worshipped you. Then forgotten you. And now... it was awakening again. The ancient power, the fire within you.

"You've changed," Gojo said as you stepped out of the golden light of the setting sun, with flowing steps, barefoot on the roof, as if the world belonged to you. "But your gaze is still the same."

You said nothing. You didn't have to. Your presence was answer enough. You had come to warn him. Something greater was approaching. Something that made even dragons tremble.

And though you had seen eternity, his eyes, so crystal blue, shimmered like the first light after a century of darkness. Perhaps you had returned because of him, too.